That evening, Gu Yan was lounging in a tent, relaxing on a deck chair. He was very comfortable. He had been thoroughly humiliated by Xiao Mengya and Yuan Zhiyingzi in the Divine Realm, and on the way here, he had been gently served by two female cultivators at the Forging Platform Realm. He was now as virtuous as a saint.

Whoosh!

A golden portal opened beside them, and a tall, graceful woman with blue hair walked out. She looked to be no more than twenty years old, with skin as white as snow, a cool and aloof expression, and an extremely beautiful face. She had two sapphire-like eyes, and her ice-blue hair reached her waist and hips. She wore a small, semi-transparent white shirt and light blue and white jeans, and had an astonishing bust-waist-hip ratio.

As soon as she came out, she saw Gu Yan lying there enjoying a quiet life. Her cold expression instantly melted away, replaced by a hint of resentment. She pouted her pink lips, walked over in her blue and white high heels, squatted down, and gently shook his arm.

"Your Majesty!"

Gu Yan slowly opened his eyes, looked at the ice beauty in front of him, pinched her cheek and said, "Qingcheng, what's wrong?"

"Just a bunch of small fry, are you scared?"

Lan Qingcheng's face immediately became even more resentful. During this period, most of the top-tier sisters had already served the emperor, leaving only her and Gongsun Yuyao. She thought it was almost her turn, but then some war broke out, and it might be postponed again, so she ran away on her own.

"I want to eat it."

Her cool face flushed slightly as she squatted in front of the recliner and spoke softly.

I was hoping for some peace and quiet, but it seems that's not going to happen.

Upon seeing this, Lan Qingcheng's face lit up with joy. She immediately stood up, grabbed him, and dragged him to a table.

Gu Yan looked helpless and could only wrap his arms around the other's slender waist from behind. Feeling the cool and delicate body in his arms, he felt much more refreshed.

Lan Qingcheng blushed, showing no intention of resisting whatsoever...

The next day, the vast army outside the four gates of Mengcheng stretched as far as the eye could see, all arrayed in various battle formations.

"All legions, archers, fire!"

With a command from their respective commanders, a hail of colorful arrows rained down. Ordinary soldiers fired ordinary arrows, while the cultivators fired arrows imbued with spiritual energy.

The city's garrison commander was named Zhang Yuanji, a cultivator at the Spirit Sea Realm. He remained calm and composed, holding a token high in his hand. In an instant, the entire city seemed to be enveloped by a layer of light.

Arrows rained down on the light barrier, but were blocked from entering.

"Hahaha, people of the Great Jin, don't think you can break through my Mengcheng just because you have more people."

"Without losing a single soldier, I can wear you down with just my formation."

Zhang Yuanji looked down from the city wall and laughed heartily.

Gu Yan appeared beside Wei Chi and stopped him from giving the order.

"No need to waste your energy. Attacking like this is too resource-intensive. Watch me."

He then used teleportation to forcibly tear a hole in the sky above Meng City, creating a huge golden vortex.

Within the Divine Realm, the Five Hundred Palaces, with a total of 300,000 female disciples at or above the fifth level of the Spirit Opening Realm, had already assembled and prepared on an open space, each clad in armor, displaying heroic bearing.

"All the cultivators were killed, not one was spared."

"First, leave the two hundred palaces."

The ancient words, spoken softly, echoed throughout the divine realm.

The female disciples all knelt on one knee, their loud and melodious voices filling the air.

"Disciple obeys."

Whoosh whoosh!

Batch after batch of female disciples were teleported out, until 120,000 had been teleported out.

Gu Yan sat on the golden throne enveloped in golden light in the air, his arm around Lan Qingcheng, who was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans, as he watched the battle below.

In Mengcheng, cold-blooded and ruthless female warriors appeared one after another, like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"Wind-Tearing Hand"

"Cloud-Dispelling Palm"

"Shattered Jade Claws"

"Fireball"

...

With a variety of attack methods, ordinary soldiers were torn to shreds upon the slightest contact.

Although there are more than 60,000 cultivators, their quality is far inferior to theirs, with most of them at the lower fifth level of the Spirit Opening Realm.

Even ordinary cultivators would die within a few rounds if they encountered them.

The palace masters watched the battle from the sky. They didn't want to participate in this battle at the Spirit Opening Realm. They were just supervising the battle to prevent casualties, and another reason was to find new disciples.

"Reporting to the general, over ten thousand female cultivators have suddenly appeared in the city. They are all highly skilled and ruthless, and our soldiers have suffered heavy losses!"

On the city wall, a soldier with half his hand torn off reported to the general that he had encountered a female cultivator and was no match for her; half of his arm was torn off.

Zhang Yuanji's mind went blank for a moment.

Hundreds of thousands, female cultivators?

"What's going on? The Great Jin has sent over 100,000 female cultivators."

Could it be...?

He suddenly remembered what had happened in the capital of the Great Jin Dynasty. As an enemy country, they were naturally well aware of it, and a sense of foreboding arose within him.

"Could it be that the powerful cultivator himself intervened?"

Just as I was thinking this, a series of screams from soldiers rang out.

When he looked with his divine sense, his eyes immediately bulged out, and his face was filled with fear.

It was a huge humanoid silver wolf that gradually transformed into a fourteen or fifteen-year-old silver-haired, blue-eyed girl. She wore silver armor stained with many bright red bloodstains, but she didn't care. She walked up with one small hand on her slender waist.

"Hand over the token that controls the array."

She looked at the silver-white claws on her other hand and said, completely disregarding the other party.

"Audrey, don't rush, I've already eaten here."

Zhang Yuanji looked at the other side of the city wall and saw that the blood vessels of the soldiers had burst, and the blood had turned into a line and flowed into the mouth of a red-armored, blood-haired girl. She slowly walked with a very infatuated expression, licking her lips.

"Doreen, I am faster than you."

Audrey sneered, her steps quickened, and she activated the three runes on her silver claws. With a flick of her wrist, many thick, long claw marks tore through the city wall and attacked Zhang Yuanji.

In his haste, Zhang Yuanji drew the long sword from his waist. It was a low-grade Yellow-rank spiritual weapon with only one weapon pattern. After activating it, he slashed directly at the target.

Doreen licked her bright red lips with her pink tongue, and a blood-red dagger in her hand flew out as a streak of blood.

Swish!

Zhang Yuanji's body was torn into pieces, and his chest was pierced by a blood-red dagger. He lay dead on the city wall.

Audrey gave a soft snort, swatted the dagger away with a claw, grabbed the token, and flew away.